The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 200
Later in the day, Clayton placed Donna at the old Perrault's house, but there was a hiccup in the process.

After Donna went to the attic and Perrault returned to the bedroom to rest, Barbara reported an unusual incident to him.

"That young detective, Ian Lazarus, do you remember him?"

Of course Clayton remembered the name: "I still remember that his elder brother may have been killed by us. Why, he came to you recently? If you haven't exposed anything yourself, just relax. Young people sometimes Love does extraordinary things."

The female vampire shook her head: "If that's all right, I can always refuse him, but now, he seems to have misunderstood us here. He thought that the leather maker was instructed by someone behind the scenes, and we might have been influenced by him." coercion. The boy wanted to get rid of him."

Detective Hook's peeping at the house, Barbara also had a slight sense, such a vibrant blood-she couldn't forget it at all.

As for Ian's purpose - Barbara just didn't read the book, she is not an idiot, she knows that there are people in the world who don't like darkspawn, and other Hook detectives have not shown similar enthusiasm, so this can only be Ian's personal reason.

Clayton couldn't understand it, but he was glad that the situation was not as serious as he had imagined.

"Why would he think that? Did you do something?"

"I went to find the body in the morning and he saw it."

"You mean the corpse?" Clayton glanced at Julius, who turned away as if nothing had happened. "He saw you with the dead body?"

"No, but if I'm the only woman out there, he might think it's wrong."

Clayton felt relieved: "Then it doesn't matter, we have confirmed that the monster is a leatherworker. Priest Louis should have informed everyone of this. This kind of monster will kill people indiscriminately, and their instinct is to destroy the same kind in the past. .”

"That's the problem," Barbara said. "There was talk of it from the boys on the patrol, but Priest Lewis didn't say it publicly, so Ian still wanted to go find him."

"Then let him go to Louis."

"Louis has sealed himself in the church all day today and does not accept anyone's visits. It is said that he will prepare the sacrament, but Ian doesn't seem to believe this. He thinks that if the leathermaker is so easy to deal with, Priest Louis doesn't need to be so grand , he may be doing something bad by blocking churches."

She answered so fluently that Clayton had doubts about her identity, and he couldn't help asking: "Ma'am, how do you know so much?"

"Because I asked him." Barbara answered him, with an inexplicable trust in Ian Lazarus in her tone.

The lieutenant had no doubts about vampires' instincts, beings who could smell emotions in blood.

So he said sincerely: "It seems that he is a good boy."

Barbara nodded, her pride was beyond words: "He is pretty good."

"I don't think you need to worry about him. Even if he wants to be confused, his companions won't either. The Hooker Detective Agency has the idea of ​​​​establishing a base here, and they want to coexist with you for a long time. They will only attack you if they are crazy. Priesthood. If Ian dares to do this, those few people will stop him."

Barbara still vaguely understood, but she knew that she would accept it as soon as it was good, and firmly believed in Clayton's statement.

The time to leave Revo was earlier than Clayton expected, because knowing that the leathermaker had been severely injured, all the patrol members were motivated, wishing that every day besides sleeping was hunting, and more people joined them, from four o'clock From the very beginning, these men with guns had already started to stand guard.

The werewolf looked at their strength, and he wouldn't be surprised if they found some other creatures to fight after the death of the leatherworker.

In order to avoid the eyes and ears of the hunters, he and Julius did not leave the town on the main road. They found a small road, set off with chains, and made preparations to spend the whole night in the wild. They were asked where they had been, and they said they had been to Perrault's, and that the old man would testify for them, for his wife's sake.

After walking for several hours, they saw the open space they had opened up when they came.

The bare tree stumps in the forest welcomed them back like old friends.

Julius spread the coat full of pockets on the tree stump, and reconfirmed whether the materials for the spell-binding ceremony had been collected.

"Willow branches symbolizing rebirth, frankincense, the ashes of myrtle wood, coal known as the spirit of the underground, dew that condenses on petals in the morning, fresh or fresh beef bone meal, aged aconite, intoxicating laudanum , dried yellow jujube that has the effect of alertness, acorns that soothe rage, and a handful of the most common tobacco."

While he was chanting, he took out these miscellaneous things from his pocket, and it was the first time that Clayton knew what was in his pocket.

These things are disgusting enough just to look at them.

"Don't let me eat them." The werewolf felt a little uncomfortable.

Julius regained his senses and suspended the registration: "Eat? No, I can't let you waste it like this. These are very precious materials."

"They're obviously very common."

"So laymen." The wizard snorted, "There is magic power in everything. If you think they are ordinary materials, it's because you don't know how to activate those magic powers. Put the verbena stalks on the moonlight Twisting left so it heals better is the classic example. They may be common in nature, but activating their power when harvesting is tricky."

"I don't have time to explain the value of each material. You just need to know that what you get is definitely worth the money."

An elephant, that is, 300 pounds, this is the cost that Clayton paid Julius to prepare the cursing and abundant potion.

Clayton hadn't bought anything similar before, so he didn't know if the price was reasonable, but he chose to believe in Julius—he couldn't help it if he didn't believe it, at least he could feel better psychologically if he chose to believe it.

"It will take me a while to prepare the potion, you can change shape first." The wizard reminded.

This process was not too long. Clayton took off his clothes and just endured the pain to return to his werewolf appearance. He had already prepared three cups of medicine, one black, one yellow, and one white.

"Now, make a wound."

Julius instructs him to drip the blood into a new empty cup, then light a match to dry the blood, grind it into the first cup of black potion to make it look more disgusting and smell like smashed insects The rotting soil of limbs and bird carcasses, just the smell is enough to make one dizzy.

"This symbolizes your past, you just need to drink this cup later, the laudanum and amanita in it will guide the curse in your blood, let you find the breath of your ancestors, willow branches and coal will awaken it the power of."

This is the only cup I don't want to drink. The werewolf wrinkled his nose.

The second cup of blood was mixed with the ointment when it was half-coagulated, and then sent into the yellow potion. It quickly coagulated into a lump like animal fat, and the smell was very fresh.

"This symbolizes your present. It contains dried jujubes, acorns, and tobacco. If you are addicted to illusions and can't escape when the morning star lights up, I will use this on your body to wake you up. your will."

Julius said and put away the third cup of potion calmly.

Clayton noticed his movements and asked, "What is the third potion for?"

Julius looked up, looked at the tall body that completely covered him with shadows and took a deep breath: "That's what I use, a cup of highly poisonous potion that can kill werewolves, if you are unlucky to the extreme, after the first If you lose control during the first binding ceremony and show signs of breaking free from the iron chain, then I will apply the poison on my body in time, and if you eat me later, it will be able to avenge me."

Clayton was satisfied when he got the answer he wanted.

"You are really thoughtful." He said happily with a wolf-clawed thumb.

If Julius had even made preparations for his death, then his preparations for this ceremony were undoubtedly very serious.

After tying the werewolf's legs to the big trees on both sides with iron chains, Julius picked up the black potion from the stump and sent it to Clayton's claws. The size of this cup is equivalent to three beers The degree of overlapping of the bottle caps and the smooth appearance make them look small and exquisite in the hands of people, and they need to be squeezed tightly with fingers to prevent them from falling off.

Clayton held it in his palm, carefully examining the magical liquid inside.

"Usually the ritual process will last for four hours, and you will not become stronger immediately after the end. Those curses that once attached to your ancestors will gradually be drawn every night after that, and will be added to your body, making you stronger." It is more adaptable to the changes of werewolves. But if you are lucky, you may be able to learn something extra from the memories of your ancestors."

After Julius explained, he glanced at the sky and estimated the time with his knack of astrology.

"Now, drink the potion."

He backed off for some distance, waiting for his creation to take effect.

Clayton picked up the cup, closed his eyes, held his breath, and stuffed the entire cup and the potion into his mouth.

The rich bitter taste exploded from the tip of the tongue, making the werewolf's hair stand on end, followed by a terrible sour taste, together with numbness, spread all the way back. Within a few seconds, this numbness filled the mouth, spreading from both sides of the mouth to the shoulders, then chest, waist, legs
His legs lost strength, his body rushed forward, and his eyes were dark.

I don't know how long it took before he felt his body again.

The werewolf propped up his body with his hands. Although he couldn't see yet, the weight of the iron chains tied to his legs had already lost. It seemed that someone had untied the iron chains for him.

"Julius!" he yelled, but got no response.The situation made him wonder if the ceremony was over.

At this moment, a hoarse female voice came from his ear.

"Sakya, you have become like our father."

(End of this chapter)